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Mac Mall lyrics

Wide Open

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featuring Shima [Verse 1:] When I first glanced at ya I knew I had to have ya Fly chassis with a sassy manner She hold herself in a high standard And hella suckers in the hood ain't never ran in her Young tender thoroughbred born winner I know you're busy but you need to holler at your nigga I won't scare you away with fast talk and game I wanna know if I can have you but I start with your name Who you with? you say that you ain't got no mayn? I'm tryin to tell you, girl, I let you star on my team A play-maker, make a player slow his pace up The type of face a brother wanna see when he wake up She work hard nine to five, sometimes longer Goes to school at night, you see, she got big goals And I don't wanna bring you down, I just wanna come along Make you moan, make a home, a place that we can both grow old See, let this truth be told, I'm tryin to leave that fast life alone To find a woman of my own, so we can get together and build A foundation that's real and everyday I make you feel like a mill' [Chorus:] You got me wide open But you ain't even knowin {Shima} You ain't knowin that I'm wide open You got me goin and it's showin That I want you You ain't feelin me I'm caught up indeed You got me slippin and I'm trippin Off the things you do [Verse 2:] You think I'm runnin drag, but I ain't even mad I bet you all my cash I be the realest that you had I wanna treat you lav', but you can't see that half I'm tryin to keep you smilin if you just give me a chance At times you make me laugh, you got me wide open You think it's all a front, swear you ain't even knowin If I was runnin drama on ya I woulda bend in the wind, baby, hittin corners Instead I'm standin right beside you like you know I'm 'posed to Keepin composure, while most fools be in your face just tryin to get over I see you know my style, me and my mob is wild I hear your friends say I'm not trustworthy But if you wait a while I shut that madness down Proove to you once and for all that I'm deservin Of your heart, your mind, your soul, your body, your time If it's cool, boo, then give me a sign Now I ain't tryin to rush you, but a/s, a/p Keep a Mac on your mind and holler at me I say ain't tryin to rush you, but a/s, a/p Keep a Mac on your mind and holler at me {Shima} See I been waitin all my life To find someone like you And now that it's finally you and me There's no time to lose You're on my mind seven days a week No matter what they say Cause even though your style is wild I like the way you do your thing Baby, I'm wide open, too I'm lovin me somethin new

Comin' For Datazz

GANG STARR "Hard To Earn"
Here we come here we come here we kiddy come come Run D.M.C. [Guru] I hit the chicks with the nice round heinies Play a hoe like a hoe play a sucka like stymied Try me and you'll descend into your end Never thought it could be you well think again my friend My pen illuminates and dooms the fakes You're soon to break you're strawberry like shortcake I'm in that ass with my Timbs all day You couldn't tarnish my rep, so you crept away Just behave and be a good son -- or else I'm bringin the noise cause most emcees are puns I used to chill in Roxbury now I'm comin outta Brooklyn Herb niggaz are assed out, y'all get tooken or taken, and that's word to all rude bwoy Jamaican I swing bitch, yes I'm crankin Just like an Alpine, a deadly rhyme, brand spankin new Pumped to put some lead in your crew A hollow point shot, cause your weak shallow point's not hittin -- should've gave up from the beginning But since you're bluffin with your tape that's trash Tell your peeps that we comin for datazz Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come -- Run-D.M.C. Whose that lurkin in the dark with the hoodie strapped; puffin on a blizz, mellow meditatin black? I ain't impressed cause the rest they fess Sometimes I wanna flip, clap a hole in they chest but I lay back, as I prepare for the payback And drop the master rhymes with the mad crew from wayback I stay back, I watch, the whole job, you botched Couldn't maintain, it's like your brain just stopped But the Gang is on the prowl kid like Lector Paint a logo with your blood so you niggaz remember the Chain and the Star, mysticle and never typical The average rap group, ain't even equipped to go head up, I'm dead up, you ducks could never last You fakin jacks, we comin for datazz Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come -- Run-D.M.C. I heard some hardheaded punks wanna see me Jealous of a nigga just because he's on TV You know the video shows that you be watchin Call up and request so you can see it more often My persona sheds more light than a nova Cause niggaz are soldier, yo this war, it ain't over And ain't no stopping like McFadden and Whitehead You might get dead, fuckin around like you do Pursue the knowledge that's available Before your chump-style game and your punk friends fail you Gonna dissect your brain for a minute Look at your puny ass world and what's in it Nothin, that's how long you've been frontin I figured by now that you've come up with somethin But you're still the same snake with my name on your mouth Wanna know what I'm doin, wanna know why I shine? Cause I'm the rebirth, so now you gotta see me first I kick more facts than paperbacks for research and knees hurt, next you feel em bucklin The huge pussy look on your face reveals the sucker inside of ya, because I checked the way you're ridin the jimsome, better sing more than a hymn son Never sustain the true pain of my wisdom Never be able to touch GangStarr True indeed, I believe in takin my words far Across the seas and deserts, through the trees and grass And if you ain't on point, then we comin for datazz Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come -- Run-D.M.C. * DJ Premier cuts n scratches *

Lighters

ALEX GOOT "Alex Goot & Friends, Vol. 1"
This one’s for you and me Living out our dreams We’re all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up I would never do nothin' to let you cowards mess my world up If I was you I would duck or get struck like lighting Fighters keep fighting Put your lighters up point em' skyward UH! Had a dream I was king I woke up still king This rap game's nipples is mine for the milking Till nobody else even feels me till it kills me I swear to God I'll be the illest in this music There is or there ever will be. Disagree? Feel free, but from now on I'm refusing, to ever give up, Only thing I ever gave ups using no more excuses Excuse me if my head's too big for this building This one’s for you and me Living out our dreams We’re all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters You and I Know what it’s like To be kicked down Forced to fight But tonight We're alright So hold up your light Let it shine ya ya Cause this one’s for you and me Living out our dreams We’re all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a sky full of lighters A sky full of lighters

Street Corner

GOODIE MOB "World Party"
hook Don't know why I'm folding Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling(x2) (T-Mo) Enhance the game, but give me the benz While I send my word It's lightly packed giving a fuck Bitch I gots to eat too While I catch up like Heinz On the hook for my family tree East to West to South is booted in this red clay And everyday I get up and work my ass to the bone So I can pay for me a home, in the ghetto or the woods,to build I'm packing my steel too (Khujo) Slow rolling, everybody in this clique holding Anything we riding in is stolen And you can tell when a nigga on round' here His neck and his wrists be all frozen You wanna go bust because some fool caught you dozing Out on the ave posing But you ain't no more good, like a used up trojan You horsing around, now your spot finna' be closing down We brang them guns, you tote them roses Indecent exposure, beat you till' you're swollen Now here, put some ice on that Work with, reject heavy crack now pick up pick up pick up hook (Big Gipp) Hold up, wait up, Gipp swolled in here My eyes getting little and its hard to steer Reverse safe, can't wait, communicate next tale Kept my money in the floor so I can chalk bail And anything you got for me, just hold Cause I'll be back one day to get them folds Take a second to regroup, get back in the loop See the veins never change, only part is in the name I ain't that old, wanna play me cold Wanna treat me like a wrangler wanna snatch my gold See I was raised by a man, so a man you see Came up in the trailors of Fulton County Hard top for the winter, soft top for the summer If we caught roaming the streets, we some runners gt;From the street corners (Cee-Lo) Well when you looking at me make sure that I'm trapping and slowed down Still suffer from sunrise till' the sun done gone down Before I go any further, fool let me break it on down Get blasting with the best and get brutally blown down YES SIRE! COLLAPSE AND GET CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE Talking shit at one time, but nowadays your cause higher From the hatred, hunger, hopelessness, yes I kill So I guess I'm no better than the rest But I try to be Somehow these streets feel so fly to me I'm a get it right Lord Cee-Lo, Don't you lie to me! I hope this work here work me a way up out this Hey, don't wanna die the same way my buddy did the other day Damn hook

Father Figure

If Hope Dies "Siege Equipment for Spiritual Decline"
yeah, you're the king snake gliding through the grass all attempts to catch you have ended in empty grasps you slid into our hearts' and unleashed your venemous tongue it's now more than i can stand to see you continue on ever the sarcastic one, i can see your forked tongue flicker between your lips tasting the wind finding someone else to lie to again bearing nothing but an armful of empty promises your arms spread wide open with a dagger's embrace i won't believe your poisoned words ever again i can't manage to look you in your eyes now, without trying to burn a hole right through your head these every day masquerades only serve to make my heart sick yeah, you're the king snake gliding through the grass all attempts to catch you have ended in empty grasps you slid into our hearts' and unleashed your venemous tongue it's now more than i can stand to see you continue on your arms spread wide open with a dagger's embrace i won't believe your poisoned words ever again i can see right through you ever the sarcastic one, i can see your forked tongue flicker between your lips tasting the wind finding someone else to lie to again bearing nothing but an armful of empty promises your continued existence is meaningless someday you'll learn of all the pain you've made and i hope that realization will bring you to your knees that you have led a life hurting those who could have loved you most your continued existence is meaningless i can't manage to look you in your eyes now without trying to burn a hole right through your head these everyday masquerades only serve to make my heart sick oh yeah, you're the great deciever your arms spread wide open, with a poisoned embrace i won't believe your poisoned words ever again

You'll See

P. DIDDY
Intro: Puff Daddy (Don't stop, I'm not finished yet [8x]) Do you ever ask yourself, when are they ever gonna stop? Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making those hits? Do you ever ask yourself, when are they gonna stop making us dance? Do you ever ask yourself, When those Bad Boy are GONNA STOP MAKING ALL THIS MONEY?! Verse One: Styles Paniro I lick shots at intruders Take the coke money and invest in computers Tryin' to reach the next level, Rolex with the ice bezel Coming through the ghetto, in a Porsche Carrero But for now I'll play the back of the cruiser Light another sack for the three time losers Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger Ladies and gentleman Bullets will leave you tremblin' Shooken up I got my cuban mommy cooking up We got it all from Heron to Fishscale New York to Ismail get locked, I'm gettin' bail My style is flashy like a fiver strobes Going around the globe, hunnies wearing silk robes Time to flip the script, bust the whip Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped To the feds, catch me if you can I'm a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan Get there and bury the bricks in the sand They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand So I can hit the boat and take a shower Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower Stack blocks by the keys L to the O to the X you'll see Chorus: Puff Daddy Bad Boy, Bad Boy, what you gonna do What you gonna do when they come for you (Gun cocking) You'll see, (gun cocking) you'll se [2x] Interlude: Puff Daddy See, it's 1996 man, And we gonna do the same thing to you we did to you in '95. We gonna keep hittin' you in your head with all that FLAAAAAAAAAVVAAAAAAAAA Verse Two: Jadakiss Yeah aight then, you better act like you know L to the O, X amount the flows Ain't nothin' change but the range since I got the inf. Dot on your head, take all your strength Yeah, I'm in it for the green I'll get up in your seam while I'm sonning you like a nigga from Queens My tape in your duel cassette running me Tryin' to get in front of me playa, but you ain't gettin' none of me Better off gunnin' me, with hot slugs numbing me 'Cause you and I both know, the flow is coming B When you want it? now or later? I get mine and slide like a fresh pair of 'gators With my mega click, involved in Montega bricks Niggaz is mega sick, and you know we roll mega thick Up north where they bust your man In the custom van, interrupt your plans Now it's back to grams, DAMN, ain't that somethin' All that for frontin', what you gonna do? nothin' So let's keep things rationalized Everything I write better nationalize I'm into gettin' money, twistin' hunnies Niggaz is buyin' coupes while you on the stoop lookin' funny I'm a scorer, shorty love the whole aura Pussy wasn't all that, that's why I never called her It's all about quick whips and fast knicks Gats with mad clips, TV's in your whips My style tight like Gotti when I touch you Seasoned Picatti, or Versace joints with the buckle Get the facts, I'm tryin' to get the Beamer with the hatch Cop one for my man, so ill shits match Runnin' around all crazy twistin' hunnies back And breakin' niggaz that come to gamble with small stacks Really though, screw y'all, I never knew y'all Your click be like yellow lights, I'm runnin' through y'all Chorus Verse Three: Sheek Luchion Yo, hard as it is to make a buck I ain't tryin' to get stuck So I'm a keep handlin' beef like I don't give a fuck It's all about respect Tek-9's and papes Big house in Italy, in the yard with hunnies crushin' grapes So I go down to my steam room and give a long prayer Knowing that one day I'll be Sheek Luchion the mayor Fatigued out in my house or office Blunt spots and crooked cops can't grow shit so the town supports this (Uh-hun) My staff rollin' in Jags, Cruisers, and Coupes Givin' rallies, and holdin' parades for the lifers groups Now what you gon' do? When they come for you The same thing you been doing Eye screwing And bubble gum chewing (whoooh) While me and my mans are pursuin' Who you think the ladies are enhancin' Rocking Vansons I'm dancing in the mansion So cheers to life of the ice in your chains and your watches And you'll see how wo lock this Chorus Verse Four: The Notorious B.I.G. Click, click, uh, uh, uh Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it Crystal pops I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit 'Gator trunks bitch, rollin' blunts with the williest of the willy Hitchlin' cocked M-1's and nine millies Stories like a motherfucker (that's right) Model bitches wondering if I'm a fuck with her She know I treats my bitches like Ivana Dolce and Gabana Dippin' Big poppa never slippin' H-class diamonds shinin' Dinner with the wifey winin', dinin' Smoking cigars in Bogota With Colombian niggaz named Panama And Englique and shit Games we play life endin' Bitches bending over with ease For a pair of Moschino jeans And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped Singles on top Benjamins Under the rest of 'em Advancin' From duplex to mansion Stashing keys hidin' G's overseas VCR's in my V's Game elevates, money I make Gets your stocks and real estates, bitch Jet skiing in the Caribean, white sands Discusing plans with my mans Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system That leaves your rear views tremblin' What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude Drop to your knees and show gratitude Kiss my rings it's a Frank White thing I stay potent Bitch is devoted, take my dick and deep throat it Outro: You'll see (Don't stop), you'll see

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